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'How much? asked Miss Levering. 'What you like, she answered. Miss Levering took her change out in information. 'Can you tell me who the speakers are? 'Oh, yes. The haggard face brightened before the task. 'That one is the famous Miss Claxton. 'With her face screwed up? 'That's because the sun is in her eyes. 'She isn't so bad-looking, admitted Mrs. Fox-Moore.
Fox-Moore read his letters and glanced at 'the' paper, directing his few remarks to his sister-in-law, whom he sometimes treated in such a way as would have given a stranger the impression, in spite of the lady's lack of response, that there was some secret understanding between the two.
She seemed to be about to leave the room, but as her sister answered with some feeling, 'No, no, they love and respect him! Vida paused, and brought up by the fire that the sudden cold made comforting. 'George is a different man since he's found his vocation, Mrs. Fox-Moore insisted. 'You read it in his face. 'Oh, if all you mean is that he's happier, why not?
They are perfectly enchanted at the excitement and importance they get out of going to live among the poor, who don't want them 'Oh, my dear Vida! 'Not a little bit! Well, the wily paupers do, perhaps, for what they can get out of our sort. Mrs. Fox-Moore cast down her eyes as though convicted by the recollection of some concrete example.
Fox-Moore, talking to Vida about the Foreign Office reception, to which they had all gone on after the Tunbridges' dinner, kept watching with a kind of half-absent-minded scorn his wife's fussily punctilious pains to prepare the brew 'his way. When all was ready and the tea steaming on its way to him in the hands of its harassed maker, he curtly declined it, got up, and left the room.
'If ladies wants to be safe, said number one, 'they'd better stop in their 'omes. 'That's the first rude policeman I ever began Mrs. Fox-Moore, as they went on. 'Well, you know he's only echoing what we all say. Vida was looking over the crowd to where on the plinth of the historic column the little group of women and a solitary man stood out against the background of the banners.
Freddy, with an air of relief at being reinforced. 'I've been talking to Vida Levering and that funereal sister of hers. 'Oh, Mrs. Fox-Moore! said Lady Whyteleafe, obviously disappointed. 'She's a step-sister, isn't she? 'Yes, yes. Oh, I wish she'd never stepped over my threshold! 'Why? said Mr. Freddy, sticking in his eyeglass. 'Don't, Freddy. Don't look at her. Oh, I wish I were dead!
'I'm obliged to ask people here if I want to see them quietly. You make such a fuss when I suggest having a house of my own! Mrs. Fox-Moore ignored the alternative. 'You'll see you're only making trouble for yourself. You'll have to pay handsomely for your curiosity. 'Well, I've been rather economical of late. Maybe I'll be able "to pay."
But the half-sister, Mrs. Fox-Moore, had not been misled either by that theory or by the difficulty as to pleasing Wark with the Queen Anne's Gate servants. 'It's not that Vida loves Italy so much as that, for some reason, she doesn't love England at all. Nevertheless, Mrs. Fox-Moore after some months had persuaded her to 'bring Wark and try us.
They stood criticizing and denouncing. Again Mrs. Fox-Moore said it was a pity, since they were there, that they should have to go without hearing one of those who had been in prison, 'For we'll never have another chance. 'Perhaps, said her sister, looking back at the gesticulating figure 'perhaps we're being a little unreasonable.
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